Liana’s Pov
The receptionist smiled quickly and pointed down the hall. “Dr Donald is ready whenever you are. Just go in.”
I walked slowly, my appointment card crumpled tightly in my fist. I pushed open the heavy wooden door. The office smelled faintly of cedar and clean books, and the soft lighting made my shoulders relax a fraction. Against one wall sat a long dark leather couch, and a single chair faced it perfectly. He stood up from behind a small desk when I stepped inside, closing the folder he had been reading.
“Liana Stephen,” he said calmly, extending his hand. “Brian Donald. It’s good to finally meet you.”
I shook his hand quickly, grateful for his warm and steady grip while my own trembled. “Hi,” I answered quietly, sitting on the very edge of the couch as if ready to bolt.
